Narrative Story : A Short Story

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”

“Yes!” Luke was fighting to keep from screaming at the older man, his voice coming out in a hiss instead of a yell.

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn’t mind since he was well rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his chest. ‘We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon - Ashton’. Michael didn’t care that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door. Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed. The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle.

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

Tom was nice. One night at dinner, he promised to explain the joke to me.

I immediately rushed the mysterious box of money to my room to count it. There was a total of $40,000! Where did all of that money come from?

Maria and her parents were sitting in their dining room eating breakfast. Papa was reading the newspaper and Mama was pouring coffee. When suddenly there were loud cries coming from the far end of the ghetto where they lived. “Ghettos are small segregated areas of the city where most Jews lived” (Anderson). Followed by screams and shouts in a language that Maria was unfamiliar with. Then, a loud, hard knock came from the door. Papa jumped out of his chair and hurried to it. Maria went to stand with him, but Mama pulled her into the kitchen. Maria peered around the corner watching as her father opened the door. Just as fast as the Sunday morning light peeked through the tiny crack between the door and the frame, it was blocked. Maria watched in horror as men in worn, dark uniforms came bursting into her house knocking Papa onto the floor.

This is the story of a girl who was betrayed by both her mother and her father. Those children who grow up with both parents in the household are truly lucky, that is a small blessing that should not be taken for granted. Let me start by introducing the heroine of this sad tale, her name is Che’Tara and she was sixteen years of age at the time of the incident. Being sixteen she faced all the problems that any sophmore in highschool faced, but her problems extended past those four walls. Having just recently overcame a gastrointestinal problem she was attempting to reach a proper weight so she could attempt to be healthy, but it was hard when she had no desire to eat and barley even wanted to go home each day. You see, she had problems at home. Her mother's girlfriend would cuss at her and threaten her, needless to say, she faced verbal and mental abuse and danced with pysical abuse. Stripped of her self esteem and made to believe that she was nothing more than a waste of space, she didn't believe that there was anything else that could be taken from her - oh how she was wrong. Sunday November 24, 2013 was the day that would change her life forever.

The red scarfed girl wanted the girl to try out for a dance team but her grandma dad and mom didn’t want her to do the try out because they think the pressure i gonna make the girl cry but the girl doesn’t care about the pressure after the girl laughed but when she got there she was scared she didn’t want to show her face then the teacher said what’s wrong and she stuttered and said i am not going then she bowed and twisted her hair in her red scarf and someone said what are u crazy?this is a once in a lifetime the teacher was concern why she didn’t want to go she lied and said she tried hard not to cry and she said my father wouldn’t let me…. The girl was

“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go.

It was a cool evening at the beginning of summer. I was greeted at Anya’s house by Anya and Lily. We were super excited to set up a tent and camp on the back deck. Lily, was very happy because Anya and I were actually going to go camping at a sleepaway camp, but she didn't get to go. We strolled through the first floor, onto the deck. I set my backpack down on the chair and set the tent on the ground. We talked for awhile and decided that we should try to set up the ten before it got dark. We opened the tent bag and shook everything out. After sorting through everything in the bag we realized something… there were no poles. At first we were upset and didn't know what to do. Then, we decided to see if her neighbor (who was on the balcony nextdoor) had a tent. Anya yelled over and asked “Do you have a tent we can borrow?” Unfortunately, the she didn't have one. Unsure what to do, we went inside and asked her parents. They suggested a couple ways to put up the tent without poles, but we didn't think any would work. We went into the kitchen to talk and decided to ask some more neighbors. We walked outside and went door to door asking if they had a tent we could borrow. As we were about to give up, we noticed some kids across the street to the right of Anya’s house playing and throwing paper airplanes. We crossed the street and walked up the steps. We rang the doorbell and a young woman opened it (we think she was a babysitter), we asked her if they had a tent that we could use

Life was once happy until the death of her father. That was when she was forced to be the servant by her step- mother. Which Ella could only seen as a cruel act. As she did everything she had to watch as her stepmother and her two stepsisters do nothing. Life was never easy for her. But she always manged to keep her chin up. As she had Gus to keep her in good spirits. As it seemed like her life couldn't get any worse. Ella knew not to say that out load. Because her stepmother would make sure that did happen. She knew that it was there job to make sure that she was miserable.

"I am so sorry that I hurt that person," I said, "I did not mean to hurt anyone!" "You must

There was once twin sisters, who had brown silky hair and long, dark, beautiful eyelashes. The two twins were abandoned in their house when they were six months old. They stayed alive for a year in the same house with no one to care for them. When they were two years old, they started to wander out of the house. Someone saw them, so, the orphanage took in the lonely children and named them Caroline and Madeline. The orphanage had a mean owner and the building was falling apart because the owner did not want to spend money on maintenance.